A shot at life

Man is an eternal traveller. Each moment on this earth is a journey - sometimes to self realisation, self destruction, self fulfillment, self actuation - a journey marked by meandering dreams, empty successes, victories in defeat and defeats in victory.

I cannot help but imagine that every living being in our vast solar system is here for a reason. Each organism no matter how insignificant to the naked mind, is here for a reason. The irony being that we'd know the reason only after it has outlived its allotment in the timeline.

If we're all here for a reason, then what is it about man that he spends all his life after that one dream, that one impossibility, that one reason that is the reason for every breath he breathes, he toils day in and day out, night in and night out, and after achieving it, all he can muster is - 'Yeah. Did it. Now what?'
How many times have I thought about this. How many times i have stood at the edge of insanity and asked myself - What am i here for? Why was i born? Where is it that my ultimate reason lies?

Why does man have the power to choose his destiny? Isn't it a curse? A sugar coated poison?

Why does he not submit himself to the cosmos? Let fate decide what happens next.

Every avenue i look at in life asks me the one question i have come to despise - When's the next money shot?

Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Open your mind. Think about that one thing that you would like to do no matter what. That one dream that transcends time, geography, economy... everything. There's probably no such thing. But that spark of romantisism coerces me to believe that it does exist. All i have to do is find it. Now if only it were that simple.

To ultimately get hold of it then becomes the aim of my existence. But there is one little problem. I will need to love it beyond everything in the world. I will need to accept for what it is and for it will transform me into. Considering the inevitable human quest for perfection, i might just spoil it. I remember the way i reduced my first academic love - physics - into a pitiful daily two hour exercise just so i could have a good grade to show to myself - Nothing dilutes love more than the quest for excellence.